Felt very clever this year. A day or two before December graced my calendar I did all the hard decorating and cleaning that comes with this holiday seasons arrival. Twinkling eyed children arrived home that day. I hadn’t warned them; it is always fun to gift your children a surprise, after all children treasure a good surprise far more then adults.
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Alone At The Decline Of Day
As I put the kids to bed, alone this evening, the anticipation bloomed within. I had big beautiful plans to read, tea it up and perhaps even watch some TV of my own choosing. I could work on my guitar playing, pick out a new song to learn the vocals to. I could bake uninterrupted or simply dance to music while I catch up on chores (chores that are so much more fun with music blaring). Perhaps this all could put me in the introverted category, or is a sign I might finally be growing up… or growing older… I prefer to see this contentment with nights alone as a sign that things are more balanced in my world of ‘mommy’.
If not in the storm then when?
Putting on the armor of God each day could be summed up in the idea of surrendering each day to live consciously within Christ. Living through him is the most powerful armor one can wear to face this life. Some of us, more then others, notice or are overwhelmed by the day to day storms. The storms are for real, they can be crippling and sneaky and devastating, especially if your spiritual skin is too thin.
Mizie
She took a deep breath in, held it… and then slowly let it out. But for the mess of breakfast dishes, and the almond milk left sitting out again, it would be hard to tell there was a crew of kids in that kitchen only minutes before. Gazing out the window she spotted the big yellow bus pull away… with her crew of kids. Turning back to the dishes she sighed deeply and hugged her mug of coffee close.
A Week Of Mornings
If you like table top books I highly recommend ‘A Year of Mornings’. Inspired by this photography book’s subject and approach, AND to celebrate not being sick every morning any more, I collected a week of morning pictures for this post
Prancing
Some times I feel so much better then I have come to expect that I think about prancing through the day. As long as I am still at home I can assume everyone will understand and not be weirded out by it… that thought leaves pretty much the moment I am locking the door and jumping into the van… even before I am out of the driveway. Good mornings really do warrant something though, don’t they? Today I went with it and got a ‘to do’ done that I had been easily putting off. The prancing and dancing came later… once I had returned home 🙂
Perfectly Ordinary… Thus Perfect :)
It was hot, too hot, and after getting my eight loaves of home made bread to the point of rising in the pans I wasn’t liking the idea of heating up the stove to cook supper. My man ran out for pizza, the five bucks hot and ready kind, and those of us who waved to him in joyous farewell where bursting with grins on the front step.
Mac Tac
Some say parenting and reading regularly can’t coexist. I say, get your kids into reading and you can all escape together! I also say ignore the kids a little bit more, you can’t be accused of being a helicopter parent that way, AND you get to READ; win win!
French Jam and Iced Tea
Call it thrifty or good recycling, I like the sound of ‘clever domesticity’! A little inexpensive solution for at home is always a treasure of a find when it is a pretty solution as well!
